LOGINI attended a party that was supposed to kick off my career in Jewelry design and make me rich and famous. But that didn't go as planned, I did not meet any clients and I didn't climb up the social ladder like I imagined. All I got was the attention of a paranoid, possessive billionaire that would do anything, I mean anything at all, just to keep me by his side. “Why, Felix? What do you want from me?” I let out in frustration and sadness. He smiled and walked towards me, pulling me closer and forcing my face up to gaze into his eyes, “By now you should know the answer to that question, cupcake. I want you, Selina, and I won’t let you get away from me.” He affirmed in a hoarse tone that made me hate and love him at the same time. His words are always revealing his deep and possessive affection for me. "What am I suppose to do now, how can I hate and love him at the same time?"
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I snuggled in the darkness of the closet, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The tremors coursing through my body seemed to have a life of their own, a wild dance of fear and desperation. I pressed my hands tightly over my ears, trying to block out the noise, the sound of impending doom that was creeping closer and closer. Now more than ever, I regret leaving my family and coming to school in this huge city. The exciting life in the city was just too good to pass. I gave in without thinking twice, and now here I am, running and hiding from a paranoid man who wants to dominate me. “Dear God, save me,” I whispered in my heart. I scoffed at my sorry attempt to pray for help. I don’t even know the right words, I’m so pathetic! The footsteps outside grew louder, each striking echo rumbling through the walls of the closet. They were deliberate, purposeful, and I could almost feel the weight of each footfall pressing down on my chest. The metallic claws of the heels against the wooden floor sent shivers down my spine, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond the thin walls of my sanctuary. I couldn’t stop trembling uncontrollably, I covered my ears with both hands, willing myself to vanish from this closet to a safe haven. The sound of the footsteps made my heart beat faster, I knew he was doing this on purpose, scaring the shit out of me and trying to force me out. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to control my ragged breaths, my mind racing with a thousand panicked thoughts. I knew she had to stay hidden, had to keep quiet, but the terror was overwhelming, threatening to consume me whole. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, the seconds feeling like hours as I waited, trapped in my own personal hell. The footsteps drew closer, until they seemed to be right outside the closet door. I held my breath, my entire body tensed, bracing for the inevitable. And then, all of a sudden, the footsteps receded, growing fainter and fainter until they finally faded into silence once more. I let out a shaky breath, my whole body trembling with relief and exhaustion. I stayed curled up in the darkness, waiting for the fear to ebb away, for the world to feel safe once more. But deep down in my heart, I knew that the terror would never truly leave me, that it would linger in the shadows, haunting my every step. I waited for the sound of the heels to disappear completely but it felt like they are simply messing with my head. One minute, they are leaving the room, and the next minute they are running back in to report to his PA. “Boss, she must have found a way out of this building, we’ve searched everywhere and we couldn’t find her.” He reported back to Felix. “You really can’t find her, huh?” he asked him. The sound of his voice caused me to panic immediately and I became hot all of a sudden. I tried to remain calm, but I couldn’t help feeling his piercing gaze through the wooden closet doors. I felt as though I was standing right in front of him, staring into his eyes. There was a slight opening between the doors of the closet, so I leaned forward to peek through the little space and see what was going on. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him looking straight ahead, staring fixedly at the closet doors and smirking at it the same way he would be smirking at me if I were standing right in front of him now. He took a step in my direction and as the footsteps draw nearer, I realized that he is simply mocking his hidden prey. I realize that I was never hidden from Felix, I have always been the hunted and now I’m within the grasp of my pursuer, Felix Yeats, who coldly smiles as he senses my presence in the closet. Despite the search being called off by his PA, who respectfully reports the failure to find me, Felix Yeats's gaze remains fixed on the closet, indicating his unwillingness to let me go. He knows I’m hiding somewhere in this room, he’s staring right at the closet, making me feel like I’ve been made already. I’m too terrified to peek through the hole again, I have no idea what to expect from him. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my head between them, letting the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I did not make a sound as I sobbed sadly in the closet, feeling pitiful and sad. Yet, trying so hard not to be found by my pursuer. “I could have sworn that she was in here, how the hell did you let her escape?” I heard him yelling at his PA. The butterflies in my tummy did a summersault in joy, I raised my head from my knees and wiped my eyes with my palm as I felt so excited that he doesn’t know I’m in here. “I’m sorry boss, I have no idea how she got away. But, she won’t get far, I promise. I’ve put the word out already, we’ll find her.” He responded to Felix, sounding so sure that I’ll be found. I laughed at his stupidity and I gave myself a thumbs up for being so smart to evade both Felix and his boys. “Get out of my sight, you incompetent fool! Find her fast and bring her to me immediately!” he ordered him firmly. I heard their footsteps once more as they ran in different directions, obviously going to find me. I heard one particular heavy footstep that kept pacing the room angrily. I knew it was him and I stayed still in .y hiding place, willing him to slump and die. After a few minutes, I heard his footsteps as he walked towards the door, I heard the door shut firmly and I continued to hear his rescinding footsteps as he walked away from this room. I heaved a breath of relief, smiling happily. I felt like a winner, I feel I’m getting smarter. I waited a few more minutes in case he returns for one reason or another. With joy and excitement in my heart, I felt a sense of relief as the footsteps fade, I finally mustered enough courage to come out of the closet and find my way out of here. I pushed the doors open slowly, trying not to make any sound that would lead them back here. As I pushed the door open and looked up, my heart skipped beat as I found Felix Yeats waiting like a king for his rabbit, “Hey beautiful… I was wondering how long you intend to keep hiding in there,” he lets out charmingly as if this was some kind of a game to him. I stood there with mouth open wide looking so frustrated and speechless. “Why, Felix? What do you want from me?” I let out in frustration and sadness. He smiled and walked towards me, pulling me closer and forcing my face up to gaze into his eyes, “By now you should know the answer to that question, cupcake. I want you, Selina, and I won’t let you get away from me.” He affirmed in a hoarse tone that made me hate and love him at the same time. His words are always revealing his deep and possessive affection for me. But his actions tell a whole different story. He would do anything to keep me by his side and make sure that I cannot escape his control.POV: Felix I called Dante from the car when I noticed a signal that gave been off all this while. I thought he was probably blocking every signal around her, I even thought he may have found it and probably got rid of it before he took off with her.But no...It came up just now and I couldn’t be more surprised. This doesn’t just mean that we are close, it means that Martin is on the run, and desperately trying to put more distance between us. He is desperate now, and he’s getting sloppy, beginning to make mistakes that might be the end of him pretty soon.“Dante!Check your device, Selinas tracker, did you notice the signal?” I asked him, but he looks confused because he obviously wasn’t paying attention to that direction, nobody was actually. “Check sll her device and his as eell. He’s getting sloppy, he’s bound to make a mistake pretty soon. Check her current status.” I demanded. He tapped on his keyboard relentlessly before looking up at me.“Last confirmed signal was four hours
POV: Felix The second day, Dante's team at the first address reported movement, a figure, male, matching Martin's general description, entering the building at mid-morning and departing forty minutes later carrying a bag that suggested he was managing supplies, moving things between locations, the maintenance behavior of a man who was settled somewhere but not static. The figure moved on foot, which was either confidence or the practical choice of someone who understood that vehicles created records, and turned into a commercial district two blocks from the address before the team lost visual.Forty minutes in the building. The address was a possibility, not a certainty. Martin operated in the grey space between certainties, had always lived there, had built his entire method around the principle that certainty was the thing you denied your enemy while cultivating it for yourself. But a possibility was more than we had yesterday and the direction of travel was the right one. I told
POV: FelixMarco and his team recovered the new compound accelerant that just ordered. We kept Strack close so he could keep communicating with Martin and get all the necessary information on where and how to deliver the new shipment. We would use that information to track down Martin and save Selina and her friend Amaya. The laboratory was not what I expected. I had imagined something clinical, the sterile, deliberate workspace of a man who approached chemistry with the same detachment he brought to everything else. What we found instead was organized chaos, the accumulated evidence of a mind that worked in layers, with equipment stacked on equipment and notes covering surfaces in a handwriting so small it required close reading to parse. It was the workspace of someone genuinely in love with the work, which was perhaps the most disturbing thing about Emil Strack, that he brought real passion to the applications he had chosen for his intelligence.The compound was on the thir
POV: FelixStrack was found at the first location, not the second. Dante had weighted the second more heavily based on recent activity in the area, and I had split the team evenly between both sites rather than committing disproportionately to either, which was the correct decision and also the decision that meant I was not present when Strack was located, which meant I received the confirmation via Marco's voice on the phone rather than in person.I took the call in the car and said bring him to the safe house on the north side and don't damage him beyond what the situation requires and make sure he understands that cooperation is the only version of tonight that ends with him still breathing.Marco said understood and ended the call. I sat in the back of the car with the city moving past the windows and thought about Emil Strack, about the kind of man who takes a research background built on legitimate science and applies it to the specific problem of ending lives in ways that l
POV: Felix He knew what my word was worth in this city, everyone did. That was the advantage of reputation, it worked even when you were exhausted and soaked and sitting in a moving car on a dark highway feeling like the worst version of yourself. Now more than ever, I’m proud of the man I have b
POV: FelixThe symbol belonged to a safe house network that had operated briefly in this city about eight years ago, run by a man who had since retired to somewhere quiet. A man who, if I recalled correctly, had been friendly with Martin during a period when Martin was younger and angrier and buil
POV: FelixThe docks smelled like rust and rain and rotting rope, and I stood at the edge of the water long after my men had swept the warehouses and come back empty-handed.Empty.Always empty.I lit a cigarette I didn’t remember pulling from my pocket and watched the orange tip burn in the da
POV: Felix “Sir,” one of my tech guys called through the speaker. “We lost their signal again.” He announced, making me curse out angrily. I shut my eyes briefly, trying to rein in my anger. Of course we did, what was I thinking?I can’t blame them, I have no reason to. I should have known that






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